The No. 1 Hunfen King in the Entire Server [Interstellar] Chapter 82

The torrential rains and riots on Filna Star erupted simultaneously.

Flames engulfed Dana’s body. The heat evaporated the tears from her eyes.

Her long, crimson hair fanned out like a sea of red coral, consumed inch by inch by the burning inferno.

Her scarlet dress withered like a dying rose.

“Retreat!”

“Emergency retreat!”

Explosions roared in all directions.

Lin Jing was held tightly in Xu Wanzhi’s arms, his sharp, chilling scent overwhelming.

As they fell, Lin Jing turned his head.

His pupils reflected the instant Aurora exploded—

A dazzling white light, fragments scattering like fireworks, illuminating Filna Star’s barren night sky.

***

The signal station continued transmitting erratic data and escalating danger alerts.

In the vast, empty void of space, a massive red-brown planet rotated sluggishly.

Yet around it, space and time twisted at an alarming speed—

Dimensions stretched, devouring everything.

It stood, cold and eternal, in the dark expanse.

Like an indifferent Eye of God.

Filna Star was plunged into eternal night.

And the surrounding stars fared no better.

At first, the signal started disappearing intermittently, calls would cut off with only static noise. Then, the weather became increasingly unpredictable, the radiation net in the sky grew denser, causing frequent traffic jams and frustrated pedestrians hurling curses.

Television hosts were also warning people to stay home for the time being.

The forums of Survivor were bustling. The young men and women who had grown up in an era of peace had no real sense of the looming danger.

Even in the face of an apocalypse, they joked around on the internet as if it were just another meme.

Filna Star has been sealed off. Why? I was chatting with my wife when she suddenly said something had happened, and then I never heard from her again.

D*mn, your wife’s from Filna? My only impression of that place is—lagging behind.

What, are you discriminating by region now?

Stop arguing. Something did happen on Filna Star. Probably because of the planetary belt. Not surprising. With their geography, if they go a year without getting hit by a meteor, I’d feel weird. 🤷‍♂️

Thanks for the invite. Currently on the main star. I feel like the news here has been kinda weird lately too, but I can’t put my finger on why.

Nobody invited you, thanks.

Are you in the outskirts of the main star?

Yeah, Sixth District. And what, I can’t crash a thread uninvited?

Well, that explains a lot.

I’M LOSING MY MIND!! WHY CAN’T WE GO OUT? If I can’t go out, I’m just gonna lie in bed and scroll forums while shipping my favorite CPs. 😩 The top-ranked ship Shuang Mu Cheng Jing and Wan Feng Wan Yue are SO GOOD!!

? Sis, add me! Let’s fangirl together!

Hehehe, yes yes! Let’s do it!

Pretty sister! I’m a sister too, add me! 🥰

? Bro, get out!!

***

Lin Jing felt like he was reliving his car accident. Pain spread through every limb, a sharp ache in his brain like it was being stirred with an awl.

When he closed his eyes, all he saw was a chaotic swirl of colors.

Blinding white light. Muscles tightening. Sweat beading on his forehead. A horn blaring. Losing control of the vehicle. And finally—a sharp, piercing explosion.

A car crash.

The crash had been his own fault. Poor handling sent his car plunging off an overpass, shattering into pieces. He had spent a year in the hospital.

To this day, he still didn’t understand how it had happened.

After waking up, he had been too distracted by his admission notice from the Imperial University to dwell on his memory loss. He had thrown himself straight into Survivor.

Losing control…

Lin Jing woke up again to find himself in a private hospital room, bright and spotless.

The medical equipment around him was far beyond anything Filna Star had.

He turned his gaze outside.

Below was a wide, open lawn where children in blue-and-white hospital gowns were playing games. Along the pathway, patients leaned on their family members as they strolled. The sun shone warmly over everything.

The door opened.

Lin Jing looked up—and froze.

“Mom?”

His mother walked in and sat beside him, silent.

Lin Jing had just woken up, his head still groggy. Instinctively, he wanted to ask Why am I here? but when he met his mother’s eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Those deep blue eyes were swollen from crying.

“Mom, I’m fine,” was all Lin Jing could say.

His mother gazed at him quietly. “I know you’re fine. But I’m not.” Her deep blue eyes were like the ocean. “Are you still sure about this?”

Lin Jing frowned. “Sure about what?”

His mother said, “This time, it was just Dana. In the future, if you stay by his side, you’ll face more and more danger. Do you want me to watch you wake up in a hospital again?”

Lin Jing finally realized what she was talking about. He was momentarily stunned, then let out a helpless laugh.

“Mom, I’m not as fragile as you think. If my mental power hadn’t been weakened, I wouldn’t have been caught up in this situation at all.”

“But the danger still happened.”

“But that danger wasn’t Xu Wanzhi’s fault.”

Lin Jing sat up straight. His figure was thin and pale, his brown eyes filled with quiet determination.

“In the end, he was the one who saved me.”

His mother fell silent. After a long pause, she shook her head. “You don’t understand what I’m afraid of.”

Lin Jing blinked. “Then what are you afraid of?”

“Mom, don’t you see?” Lin Jing sighed. “You and the Empire are the same. You’re both looking at him with prejudice.

“The Empire sees him as a threat. You see him as cold and indifferent.

“He is called a ‘god’—but even gods come from humanity.

“Just because his ability to empathize is near zero doesn’t mean he lacks emotions.

“To me, he’s just a regular person. A little stronger, a little slower to understand things, but still—just a person.”

“Maybe you should meet him. Instead of clinging to your old assumptions about him.”

Lin Jing stopped there.

His mother was a kind woman. The only reason she held these biases against Xu Wanzhi was because she feared for her son’s safety.

Lin Jing turned his head and asked, “Where is Xu Wanzhi?”

His mother was still lost in thought. When she heard his question, she replied directly, “In District One.”

Lin Jing was startled and instinctively tried to get out of bed, only for his mother to press him back down.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she said, exasperated. “Get some rest first.”

“I’m his partner. I should be by his side.”

His mother let out a half-amused, half-annoyed laugh. “What are you worried about? Because of you, your grandfather and father are both on his side now. And the Empire? They’re practically begging him for help. What’s there to worry about?”

Lin Jing ruffled his hair. “I just…”

“Little Jing is awake?”

The door opened again, and Dean Chang walked in.

His mother sighed, rubbing her temples. “Yes. And now he’s trying to run off to District One.”

Dean Chang chuckled. “Vivian, let me speak to him alone.”

His mother hesitated for a moment before sighing and stepping out of the room.

Now, only Lin Jing and Dean Chang remained.

Dean Chang asked, “How are you feeling?”

Lin Jing replied, “Much better. Dean, where is Xu Wanzhi?”

Dean Chang: “He’s doing well. I’m more worried about you right now.”

Lin Jing smiled. “I’m fine. Oh, right—what’s going on with Filna?”

Dean Chang didn’t seem concerned. “That’s for Brandt to handle. Oh, and Main Star’s First District is in chaos too, so don’t even think about going there.”

Lin Jing opened his mouth. “Then what am I supposed to…”

Dean Chang looked at him quietly, then suddenly asked, “Little Jing, do you want to fully restore your mental power?”

Lin Jing froze.

Fully restore his mental power? The words sent him into a brief daze. After everything, he was back where he started. Yes—his entire reason for entering Survivor and coming to Main Star had always been this.

His fingers curled slightly. He raised his head, his gaze somewhat lost. “Right now?”

Dean Chang nodded. “Yes.”

Lin Jing hesitated. “I…”

Dean Chang continued, “This was also suggested by Wanzhi.”

Lin Jing was stunned and stared at him.

Dean Chang: “You know that if you asked him, he’d tell you, but Wanzhi has never actively mentioned Osmond or the past. Because he doesn’t want you involved in this mess.”

“Bernard, Osmond, the Empire’s upper ranks—after so many years, it’s finally coming to an end. He has his own choices to make. The only thing you can do for him now is to obediently receive treatment.”

Lin Jing listened, knowing there was no room for argument, but he still felt a little down. “After the treatment… will I regain my memories of the game?”

Dean Chang smiled warmly. “Of course.”

Lin Jing’s heart tightened as he thought of Dana’s words. “Dean… in the final game before Survivor’s reform, was I there?”

Outside, the hospital’s light was soft and cool. Upon hearing this, Dean Chang’s expression froze for a moment before he sighed. His gaze was kind and steady as he patted Lin Jing’s shoulder gently. “Yes. You don’t realize how important you were to that child.”

Then came a call from Lu Xingyu.

Lu Xingyu: “Jingzi! You okay? When I saw the news about Filna, I was so anxious I couldn’t even eat. I was afraid something happened to you—I don’t want to be the white-haired man sending off a black-haired one.”

Lin Jing chuckled. “Thanks for still caring about my life even after getting a girlfriend.”

Lu Xingyu laughed sheepishly. “Well, then I thought about it some more—your boyfriend’s so amazing, there’s no way he’d let anything happen to you.”

Lin Jing: “Why don’t you say I’m amazing?”

Lu Xingyu: “Fine, fine. You’re so amazing that nothing bad could ever happen to you.”

Lin Jing laughed, but soon his expression turned serious. He lowered his voice and asked, “Lu Xingyu, I have a question. Be honest—do you actually know what happened to me in the last game?”

Lu Xingyu hesitated on the other end, scratching his head. “The one right before your accident? I don’t know much… I just remember messaging you a lot. You never replied, and then—bam, car accident, hospital.”

Lin Jing fell silent for a long time. “…Got it.”

The political turmoil in First District had no impact on life here.

Sunlight fell in endless golden threads, bright and dazzling.

Just as Dean Chang said, there was nothing he could do to help right now.

Later, Lin Jing received calls from both his father and grandfather, but all they told him was to rest well, carefully avoiding any other topics.

Before entering the lab, Lin Jing saw Xu Wanzhi on the news.

Main Star had always been the political center. No matter how well something was hidden, sharp-eyed reporters could always detect when the tides were shifting. They swarmed in, risking everything for traffic and exposure.

The footage showed Xu Wanzhi returning from Filna, surrounded at the space station.

A group of officers flanked him, making it impossible for the reporters to get close. But they still shouted over each other, bombarding him with questions about Bernard’s policies, about his views on the Osmond family. In the background, someone was yelling, but the reporters remained frenzied. The scene was pure chaos—several hands tried to snatch at cameras, causing the angles to shake wildly.

At the center of it all, the young man stood tall.

His military uniform was impeccably tailored, his presence cold and commanding. Long legs strode through the crowd without a single glance spared. Finally, someone managed to focus the camera on his face—sharp nose, thin lips. He had inherited the beauty of the “Former Empire Rose,” but his features were strikingly severe. The small mole at the corner of his eye only added to his dangerous allure.

Then the screen went black. The background was filled with shouting and noise, but only this brief image made it to broadcast.

Lin Jing sighed softly.

Dean Chang: “Do you want to see him?”

Lin Jing nodded, a little embarrassed. He wasn’t normally clingy, but he was worried.

Dean Chang chuckled. “If you want to see him, that’s probably the easiest thing in the world.”

And so, he connected a call to First District.

Lin Jing saw Xu Wanzhi through the screen in the lab.

The call operator said, “Dean, I sent the notification, but whether he comes or not is up to him. You know how many people have been rejected these days—”

“Move,” a cold voice interrupted from above.

The operator froze, mouth agape.

His expression twisted in shock, and Lin Jing couldn’t hold back a laugh.

Xu Wanzhi stepped into the frame.

Unlike the distant, impassive silhouette from the news, he looked more real now. In front of his lover, the exhaustion and coldness in his features softened slightly. His voice was hoarse. “Sorry I’m not there with you right now.”

Lin Jing had still been laughing at the operator’s reaction, but upon hearing this, he stiffened. Meeting Xu Wanzhi’s deep, dark gaze, he quickly waved a hand. “It’s fine, it’s fine. You focus on what you need to do.”

He had wanted to say something more, but then he remembered Dean Chang’s words and chose not to interfere with Xu Wanzhi’s decisions.

In the end, Lin Jing settled on just one sentence.

“Once I recover my mental power, I’ll pilot a mecha and take you to see the universe.”

Making such a bold claim in front of the legendary figure of the Imperial University’s Mecha Department—probably only he would dare.

However, upon hearing this, Xu Wanzhi simply smiled, his eyes gentle as he said, “Okay.”

The process of recovering mental power was long.

Before that, Dean Chang had told him many things.

He spoke about the original purpose of the reform.

He spoke about the flawed initial matching system.

And he spoke about a game that spiraled completely out of control.

After saying all this, the dean paused for a long time before sighing and adding, “You have always been the only one who could stir his emotions. The one who taught him the meaning of love and hatred… was also you.”

Lin Jing laid down, only half-understanding.

The treatment began. In the piercing white light, the noise and voices faded away, one by one.

It was as if he saw a butterfly guiding him to push open a door.

In the dim blue light, he saw his little princess.

A fairytale book laid open in a sea of white hyacinths, the wind flipping its pages until it stopped on the last page of Sleeping Beauty.

At the very end of the truth. The conclusion of the story.